Lets try this again … Nick’s letter didn’t make it on my last try.
Including pic of a recent dinner guest.
Nick Winter wrote:
> ‘Lo from Oberlin!
>
> First week of classes ends and I have much time this semester (so far)
> for the doing of awesome deeds. Yesterday we were Frisbeeing all over
> the place and in the basement next to the computers, and then George
> started riding Emily’s bike and catching the Frisbee. It was like polo,
> except it was awesome. Then we all saw Snakes on a Plane during the
> Apollo’s opening night in a packed theatre. A magnificent triumph of
> modern cinema, that. And there was much delight, and yelling.
>
> Optimization (math), Operating Systems, Chinese Civilization, and
> Intermediate Chinese.
> So there you go.
>
> George and I have taken to rousing Michael Abbott by yelling in his
> window as we return from the dining hall, and he brings his ping pong
> stuff and trounces us (he uses spin! truly a great master). We’re
> getting better, though. Soon we will be making absurd ping pong movies
> with that video camera.
>
> There’s a ladder with a trap door leading up to the attic right outside
> our room in the stairwell. We’re going to get some bump keys that we saw
> in an Internet video and then we’re going to open the trap door and get
> into the attic and there will probably be magic chests and dead bodies
> and ancient tomes up there. Then we’ll put Christmas lights up there or
> somesuch.
>
> I haven’t yet plugged my desktop into the ‘net, yet. Who wants to be
> surfing the net or checking e-mails all the time when one could be
> running around or reading about dead Chinese guys? Not me! It has been
> quite nice not being electric this past week. My laptop usually sits on
> my bookshelf and gets pulled out about as often as my poem book. May I
> continue to live as well.
>
> Here is a poem from the program I wrote to try out Ruby (a hip new
> programming language). Soon I will rewrite it to be smarter, or to write
> in Chinese:
> The kitten smashes frog.
> The baleful man truly smashes some operatic pure frog.
> The pretty cell phone molds pure mulch.
> The sad man has nothing to do with polite plump ogre.
> Snow stupidly burns frog.
> The blackened insane Emily slowly powers up snow.
> Lightning argues with funereal mulch.
> Insane baleful shrub creates god.
> Our 9 bears that eat some mulch argues with frog.
> A wizened acidic guitars which a 2 heavenly thunders smash eats a
> heavenly kitten — yet god gazes at worm — so plate chops our whale.
> A funereal knightly baby chops swarms that slowly copy baleful Emily.
> Your girl eats my thunder.
> Polite worm slowly has nothing to do with your mulch.
> Tiny guitar and piano cautiously argues with knightly kitten.
> Mulches behind my mulch eats plump tiny frog.
> Some bear writes some bear.
>
>
> Q.E.D.,
> –Nick
>